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act 8: the first time dating awkwardness

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The Hand-Holding Disaster

Dating Sunghoon was weird. Not because you didn’t like him—because, obviously, you did—but because everything that felt so normal before was suddenly different.

Like hand-holding.

Before, you had no problem clinging onto him, linking arms, or flopping against his shoulder dramatically. But now? Now your brain refused to function.

You were walking side by side, and your hands kept almost brushing. You thought about just grabbing his hand, but then you overthought it—what if your palms were sweaty? What if he didn’t want to?

At the same time, Sunghoon wasn’t faring much better. You caught him flexing his fingers like he was preparing to reach for your hand, only for him to shove them back into his pockets at the last second.

This went on for ten whole minutes.

Finally, frustrated, you groaned. “Hoon. Just hold my hand.”

Sunghoon scoffed, trying to play it cool. “I was going to.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then why didn’t you?”

He clicked his tongue. “Why didn’t you?”

“I was waiting for you!”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, but before you could argue further, he reached out, fingers lacing through yours effortlessly.

The moment your hands connected, you both fell silent.

It should’ve been normal. But instead, you felt your entire body ignite.

Sunghoon cleared his throat, looking straight ahead. “There. Happy?”

“…Yeah,” you mumbled, feeling your face burn.

Neither of you let go.

The ‘Babe’ Incident

Pet names were dangerous territory.

You had been dating for a couple of weeks, and so far, neither of you had used one. Sunghoon had called you “babe” once during your confession, but that didn’t count because you were too busy freaking out.

Which is why it shocked you when, while handing you your drink at the café, he casually said, “Here you go, babe.”

You froze.

Sunghoon also froze.

You both just stared at each other, processing what had just happened.

“…Did you just call me babe?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Sunghoon blinked. “I think so.”

A tense silence. Then—

“HAHAHAHA.” You burst out laughing, covering your face. “That was so weird!”

Sunghoon groaned, rubbing his temples. “Yeah. I hated that.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, giggling. “Are you embarrassed?”

He scoffed, turning away slightly. “No.”

You grinned, leaning closer. “Sunghoon~”

“Shut up.”

You poked his arm. “Say it again.”

He gave you a deadpan look. “Absolutely not.”

You pouted. “But I liked it.”

That made him pause. He looked at you, eyes flickering with something unreadable.

“…Yeah?” he murmured.

You nodded, a little shy now. “Yeah.”

Sunghoon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. Then, leaning closer—voice lower this time—he murmured, “Alright then, babe.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Sunghoon smirked. “What? You asked for it.”

Yeah. You were so doomed.

The Goodbye Dilemma

The worst part about dating? The end-of-the-date goodbye.

Sunghoon had walked you home, and now you were both awkwardly standing in front of your door, unsure what to do.

“Okay,” you said. “So… goodnight?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Goodnight.”

Silence.

You both just… stood there.

Should you hug him? Kiss him? Wave like an idiot? You were panicking.

Sunghoon, clearly having the same dilemma, rubbed his neck. “Sooo…”

And before you could overthink it further, you panicked—and gave him an awkward thumbs-up.

Sunghoon stared at your hand.

“…Did you just thumbs-up me?” he asked blankly.

You wanted to die. “OH MY GOD.”

Sunghoon burst out laughing. Not his usual amused chuckle—actual laughter.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT,” he wheezed.

“I FREAKED OUT!” you groaned, covering your face.

Still laughing, Sunghoon reached out, gently pulling your hands away. “Okay, okay. Let’s try that again.”

You peeked up at him. “You mean I get a redo?”

His lips twitched. “Yeah. But don’t mess it up.”

You pouted. “No pressure.”

Sunghoon smirked, then—before you could overthink it—he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

You froze.

“Goodnight,” he murmured, eyes lingering on yours. Then, with a small wave, he turned and walked off, hands in his pockets like nothing even happened.

Meanwhile, you stood there, completely malfunctioning.

Oh. Oh, you were so down bad.

The First "I Love You" Mishap

You were in Sunghoon’s dorm, lounging on his bed while he sat on the floor, playing a game on his phone. It was peaceful, the kind of comfortable silence that made you forget you were technically in a relationship now.

Until you almost ruined it.

“Ugh, I’m so hungry,” you groaned dramatically, rolling onto your stomach. “If I don’t eat something in the next ten minutes, I might die.”

Sunghoon barely looked up. “There’s snacks in my drawer.”

You gasped, reaching over to grab one. “You’re a lifesaver. I love you.”

Silence.

The moment the words left your mouth, you froze.

Sunghoon also froze, his fingers stopping mid-scroll.

Your brain immediately went into overdrive. OH MY GOD. DID I JUST SAY THAT?! IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO COME OUT YET—

You slowly turned to look at him, your face heating up. “Um.”

Sunghoon blinked, staring at you with a blank expression.

Then—

“…You love me?”

You panicked. “I MEANT I LOVE THE SNACKS.”

His lips twitched. “You love me like the snacks?”

“NO, I—WAIT. I MEAN—”

You groaned, throwing yourself face-first into his pillow. This is it. This is the end.

Sunghoon chuckled, and you felt the bed dip as he sat beside you. Then, to your absolute horror, you felt his fingers gently poke your cheek.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice softer now.

You peeked up at him.

His gaze was unreadable, but there was amusement there—mixed with something else, something fond. Then, without warning, he leaned down, resting his head on top of yours.

“You’re cute,” he said, voice muffled against your hair. “And for the record… I wouldn’t mind hearing you say it for real someday.”

Your heart stopped.

Sunghoon pulled away with a smirk, giving your nose a small boop before turning back to his game like nothing happened.

Meanwhile, you were left screaming internally.

The Jealousy Slip-Up

You were texting someone when a message from an old classmate popped up. It wasn’t anything serious, just a casual “Hey, how have you been?”

But when Sunghoon glanced over your shoulder and saw the name, his expression shifted.

“Who’s that?” he asked, voice way too casual.

“Oh, just some guy from my class,” you said, typing a reply.

Sunghoon hummed. “Why’s he texting you?”

You paused, giving him a look. “Um… talking?”

Sunghoon’s jaw ticked. “Yeah, but why?”

You squinted. “Why does it matter?”

Sunghoon shrugged, but you could see the way his grip tightened around his phone. “Just curious.”

You tilted your head. “Wait.”

Sunghoon blinked. “Wait what?”

A slow grin spread across your face. “Are you jealous?”

Sunghoon scoffed. “No.”

“You so are.”

“Am not.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped dramatically. “PARK SUNGHOON IS JEALOUS—”

Before you could finish, Sunghoon suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him—so close that your nose almost bumped into his.

Your breath hitched.

Sunghoon stared at you for a moment, eyes dark. Then, voice low, he murmured,

“If I was jealous… what would you do about it?”

Your brain shut down.

Sunghoon smirked. “Exactly.”

Then, like the menace he was, he let go, acting like nothing happened, while you sat there completely and utterly wrecked.

You were in so much trouble.

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[tataruweek]

Tataru Week Prompts!

New dates are April 24th - April 30th!

Day 1: Scion / Home Day 2: New Job / Swap Day 3: Music / Vacation Day 4: Business / Treasure Day 5: Flower Language / Letter Day 6: Goals / Secrets Day 7: Sunset / Happily Ever After

This event is open to both shipping and general content, so long as it features Tataru prominently!

Be sure to tag your creations on tumblr or Bluesky with #TataruWeek2025 for us to see them!

[anitrendz]

The Apothecary Diaries S2 Episode 8

The fact that the Dowager Empress AKA the Emperor's MOM and GRANDMA is probably at most in her 30s kills my soul but it's sadly realistic to what women (or more accurately - girls) go through back in history. The first Chinese empress that comes to mind is Empress Zhangsun who was married at only 13 years old, had her first child at 15, and then died in her early 30s. She had 6 kids, several of whom were also married, by the time she was in her late 20s.

The crazy thing is that Empress Zhangsun was luckier than most women and girls. The person she married, who would become the incredibly famous Emperor Tang Taizong, was only 2 years older than her - so she got to marry a boy rather than a grown man. The fact that they were closer in age also helped them bond quickly considering they were both teens who, let's be honest, has no business getting married already (in fact - he didn't know. He was told he was getting a "gift" as reward for his intelligence, and the next thing he knew, he was waiting at the altar). The Dowager Empress, from what we've learned in this week's episode, was def not as "fortunate" as Empress Zhangsun.

[spn20fest]

Each week has a suggested theme, but you should also feel free to simply post something about the season that corresponds to the week (i.e. something about s3 during week 3), or honestly just post whatever you want, we won’t stop you.

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This will get long, so please continue below the cut to see the prompts for each week!

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1: May 31 Introductions How'd you start watching the show? What made you first fall in love with it? What was the first episode you saw, which was the first one you loved? How’d you get into the fandom? 

2: June 7 THEN

Posts/fics/meta about pre-series, Stanford era, weechesters and more — what happened before Halloween 2005? What was Castiel doing back then?

3: June 14 The Family Business

Saving people, hunting things: what does the job do to a hunter? What’s it all for? What does it mean to be a hunted thing? What about the society and rules built around it? What are your favorite monster of the week episodes?

4: June 21 Two of Us Against the World

Sam and Dean Winchester appreciation — favorite moments, favorite stories for each of them (or both). What are the most interesting aspects about the Winchester brothers to you?

5: June 28 Agents Beyonce & Z

Castiel and Crowley appreciation — favorite moments, favorite stories for each of them (or both). What are your favorite storylines for them? How do you imagine they got to where they were?

6: July 5 Ship Appreciation

SPN has enough ships to fill an armada — talk about your faves! Write a manifesto, share a rec list, comment on some of your favorite stories, etc.

7: July 12 Legacies

History looms large: talk about John & Mary’s joint legacies, the Winchesters and the Men of Letters, the Campbells and hunting society — all the way down from Cain & Abel. Alternately, what legacies do you think the main characters leave behind? What will people remember about them when they're gone?

8: July 19 Family Don’t End in Blood

Celebrate the tangled web of family and friends accumulated over the years: Bobby, Charlie, Jody, Kevin, Rufus, and more.

9: July 26 Heaven & Hell (& Purgatory)

Time to revel in the big hitter angels and demons and critters that populate the supernatural planes — celebrate archangels and the dukes of hell, or your favorite vampires and ghosts. 

10: August 2 The French Mistake

Supernatural’s fourth wall is so flimsy it might as well not exist. Whether it’s the “Carver Edlund” books, in-universe fanfiction, busting through to Vancouver to film an episode, hanging out with high school girls making a musical, Chuck’s “alternate universes” that give us a glimpse at other realities that might exist — talk about meta madness.

11: August 9 Cast & Crew

The show wouldn’t exist without them! What are your favorite things about the actors, writers, directors, showrunners, and general crew? Any technical work you want to shout out? What other projects that they’re involved with do you love? Favorite interviews or wisdom from Word of God you want to share?

12: August 16 Big Hitters

What’s your favorite overall plot arc? What are your favorite episodes? This is a great time to make top five lists — favorite characters, favorite moments, favorite fics. All the love!

13: August 25 Fandom History

Put on your favorite archeologist outfit and go digging — what are some great moments from the sprawling history of the fandom? Shout out some old Livejournal communities and groups you know about and rec some that are still chugging along; what do you remember about the transition to Tumblr and the move to AO3?; what are some of your favorite fandom creators throughout the years?; or, remember how SPN technically invented a/b/o?

14: August 30 #SPNFamily

Have you been to a convention? Have you made fandom friends along the way? Have you been involved in any charity or volunteer work or Random Acts that you want to share? What are some of the biggest ways the SPN Family has impacted you? 

15: September 6 Carry On

We come to the end. Time to talk about the montage period between 15.19 and the end, post-series, Heaven, new gods, new endings. But does anything ever really end? What do you want to see next? What ideas do you have to keep the love going? 

This week ends on Saturday, September 13: Pilot Day. We hope you look forward to celebrating it with us!

[jin-zixun]

the desire to write glee s6 au fic

vs

the desire to not watch glee s6 which would be an implicit requirement to properly writing s6 au fic

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

[parisoonic]

more doodles

[yasmeensh]

Story update

I got to write a good chunk of the opening these past two days. Excited to get more work done over March break. And I can't wait to get to writing more about my daughter T-T But she comes in a bit later in the story. Still in the first act, though.

Some more character design doodles:

[idontmindifuforgetme]

There will not be a single moment next week in which I’m not running around doing something

[baede-6]

Saint-14:"Where is it you keep all your knives,Hunter?"

Me:

It's a mystery,Saint.

[furbhii]

i will be at katsucon in national harbor next weekend :) if anyone wants to say hi, ill have my pink furby ita bag with my name on it and a BHO logo pin on my badge lanyard! ill be suiting on saturday as ralsei from deltarune so definitely say hi if you recognize me. i (or my handler if im in suit) will have stickers to give out ;)

[apocalypticdemon]

I am so beyond ready to quit this job. Wednesday cannot come fast enough.

[b-blushes]

unrelated to sandwich blogging i feel so rough rn. the migraine bro. get it out of my me

[poisonpercy]

Thriving off of 2 hours of sleep. I am not going to miss finals week

[starfire-s]

hi friends!! how are you all doing?